I assumed this concept was fairly self explanatory. However, only after many tears and a monumental tantrum was my little man finally able to deal with the disappointment he faced when realizing that what he discovered in his diaper was, and would never be, approved by either Waldorf or his mom as a proper sensory toy.
Happy New Year! Since 2016 arrived, you are probably starting to think through all those goals you want to set for yourself in the coming year, aren't you? I'm guessing your house is a mess and you are still in your pjs, right? I was once you... thinking of all the seemingly unrealistic resolutions to be had in 2016. You might actually accomplish many of your goals. Maybe not.
It's that time of year again: the cold sets in and we become less active. And a certain underwear company holds a big fashion show in which women wear very little. While many of us choose not to watch the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, we are all exposed to it through social media, regardless of whether we want to or not.
I still keep in touch with many of the women in that playgroup from so long ago. We shared something that I will forever hold with me. That first time mom thing. When life became a blur of love and care taking and nightly feedings and fatigue. When a baby sleeping in my arms made me feel like a superhero.
Neither my husband, nor I, was raised in co-sleeping homes and it just didn't seem to fit our lifestyle. I was never against it; I just knew it wasn't for us. My daughter slept in our room in a bassinet for the first few weeks, but after that, sleeping was reserved for our separate rooms. And it worked. Until it didn't.